Ching Ming, Chung Yeung
<p>I have to say I quite ‘enjoy’ the two semi-annual visits to the graveyard, though it may not be entirely appropriate to associate such activity with fondness. Not very often do I get to see all my cousins and uncles and aunties except for these occasions. There are so many tittle-tattle to catch up on, and always good food to share in a big Chinese family. The location of the cemetery where my grandparents were buried was regarded as a remote rural area in their days, but city development had been so rapid over the decades, it is now difficult for people to believe that getting there used to be my ‘adventure in the wilderness’ when I was a kid. Lush hillsides were scraped and houses sprang up on new land reclaimed from the sea. Clusters of buildings quickly turned countryside into densely populated new towns decorated by roads, highways, bridges, stadiums and all kinds of modern construction, looking out from the quiet resting place of generations of the past.</p>
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